What really makes Jiang Jieyun happy is looking at An Ran, who rarely sheds tears. I didn't get angry. A person with a peaceful personality and even a little mild-mannered. Seriously distressed for his suffering. Weep. Uneven. Angry. Those dark and heavy pasts that have been deposited deep in the heart. It seemed that they had just passed with her tears. Washed over the heart. The sky is clear and vast. There were no clouds. There is no haze. Grass and green onion cage. The wind and the sun are warm.

This feeling of being distressed is really not bad. It's like a snowy night. On an empty stomach. Hunger and cold. When you are tired. Someone pulls you indoors to the warmth. Give you a hot bath. Changed into clean and comfortable clothes. Let you bake the fire. I'll serve you another steaming bowl. Beef noodles with fragrant meat cubes. Smiling in front of him. Silent and silent. Tilt your head. Looking at you. Just looking at you. Earnest. Dedicated. Her eyes are full of you. Thereupon. Your body and mind are relaxed. There is lightness and plumpness in every pore.

It is different from the feeling of help and support between brothers like Jiang Chengzhuo and Zhao Zhenxu. With grandpa. Elders like An Guoqing and Li Caifeng feel the same kind of loving care. That seems to be ...... A feeling unique to Enron.

Jiang Jieyun said. He loved it.

An Ran naturally didn't know about his twists and turns. It is also very psychologically active with the personal characteristics and style of foodies. But. She turned her mind to Jiang Jieyun's past experience and future development. Chef An, who has great confidence in him, can better understand this classmate's strong psychological quality.

An Ran knew that his extraordinary ability to resist pressure was not easy to come by. It's like the kind of training that professionals do that specifically targets pain responses. Countless pains, blood and tears accumulated. The result is an amazing resistance to pain. Bordering on numbness.

This result makes people feel uncomfortable about his past. But at this moment. As his buddy. I feel paradoxical and happy.

Fortunately. At this time of almost desperation. Thankfully, he's strong enough.

This situation. Again, that's the reason. Don't say he's a young man who hasn't even reached his youth. Even if you change to a mature adult, you may not be able to resist it. Not to mention being able to adjust your mindset to such peace. You can even smile genuinely.

An Ran cooperated and bowed his hand to him. Heartily. "Admire, admire."

Jiang Jieyun smiled. I also sincerely replied. "Thanks to An Xiaoran. You're crying and angry for me. It saved me a lot of trouble. There is labor and there is labor. ”

Put your hands down. His smile faded. Narrowed his dark eyes slightly. Looking through the snowfall outside the window into the unknown distance. The tone faded. "I don't care about anything else. If the money is gone, you can earn it again. Just open the store again if it is gone. But Zhuozi and Chubby have been with me for so many years. The wind comes and the rain goes. Suffered for so many years. It took so much effort. Originally, I wanted to bring them to happiness. But now it's because of me. Not only the money in hand, but also the store was wasted. I'm burdened. It's even harder for them to have a hard time at home. And this time. Uncle. Auntie. You. And Zerong, how much fire they followed us. What a heart. How tired I was. In the end, it's just because ......" said this. The resentment in my heart swelled up again. Took a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and stopped. The skin on the side of the face is tightly taut. The lines are sharp. Knife cutting is average.

An Ran reached out and gently stroked his stiff and tangled shoulders. Harmony whispers. "Zhuozi and Chubby won't care. So do we. As long as all three of you are okay. Nothing is a problem. ”

There are a lot of things she doesn't need to say. He is more sane than anyone else. All sober. And more determined than anyone else.

Jiang Jieyun raised his hand. It was put on the shoulder. Hold her hand. Tight. It hurts a little. His dark eyes stared straight ahead. Motionless. Like a blood-devouring beast ready to hit at any moment.

However, it will not be for a moment. He calmed down. The strength in his body slowly loosened. The beast in his heart turned back to a harmless state. The hand holding her also softened. But it didn't let go. Instead, they held each other and pulled to their sides. He turned his head to her and gave her a reassuring smile. The voice is slightly hoarse. "I know. I'm fine. ”

An Ran looked at him. The nose is starting to pantothenic acid again. I feel sorry for this stoic and proud teenager. I really want to hold him in my arms. Say it. Don't be upset. I know you'll make it. Absolute. Takuko. Chubby, both of them will have a good life with you. You will become a legend of Jinling. No one can bully you at will.

Maybe Enron's eyes were too focused and engaged. She said too much, and she didn't resort to words. Jiang Jieyun shook her hand. Asked softly. "Such tearful eyes. Look hard at what I'm doing. ”

An Ran sighed. Tell your heart in a serious and joking tone. "Because my sister wants to hug you."

Jiang Jieyun laughed all of a sudden. The handsome smile almost glowed in the dimness. "How do I think you want to comfort me like a three-year-old."

An Ran couldn't help but shake his hand back. She wished she could meet him when she was three years old. Every day, I change my tricks to cook all kinds of delicious food and drink for him. Don't let him go hungry and hungry again. Give him clothes to look at. Dress up cute and pretty. Take him to play a game in a flower-filled courtyard. At night. Sleep with him in your arms. Sing him a nice ballad. Tell heartwarming stories. Put him to sleep. Don't leave him alone. Don't leave him alone......

Pity. This is nothing more than a delusion. So. She could only ask. "Take it. What are your plans? ”

Although the mastermind behind all this is known. But apparently. It's almost impossible to get this person to stop on their own. The festive between this pair of half-brothers is probably a fight that was formed before birth. It's basically impossible to unravel it smoothly and peacefully. But if you just don't do the slightest resistance, you obediently abandon your weapons and surrender. Not to mention Jiang Jieyun, who is already fierce and tough and refuses to admit defeat. Even a bystander like Enron, who has a soft personality and is in a hurry, can't hold back this evil breath in his heart.

"Hey. Sister Ann. Didn't you say you wanted to hug me? Why don't you hug it. I'll just wait here. Jiang Jieyun didn't answer the rhetorical question. Quite idle snake beating sticks.

An Ran was waiting with his heart to listen to the battle plan of the rich man of Jiangda. I didn't think that this guy would be a scoundrel at this time. Didn't come up in one breath. I almost choked to death on the spot. Coughed several times. He scolded angrily and funny. "Go to the side. You really think you're a three-year-old baby. You're such an old man. What am I holding you for? ”

"But people need comfort." Young Master Jiang is so numb that he is straightforward. said. didn't wait for Enron to throw himself into his arms. And he let go of her hand. He turned and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms. The girl's body is soft and warm. Like a warm spring. He couldn't help but lock his arms again and again. I want her to be closer to me. A little closer. The two youthful bodies fit closely. There is not a single crevice. But he still didn't think it was enough. It seems that something is still missing. In the end, he had to half-bow. Put your face to Enron's ear. Motionless.

Enron thought he was joking. I didn't expect him to really hug it. I was stunned at the moment. Then he was hugged tightly by a pair of arms as strong as iron. Close to his tight chest. This hug is too tight. It even hurts a little. Can be both. But it also makes people feel down-to-earth and stable enough. An Ran let out a breath of squeezed air in his chest. Slowly relax your body.

People usually exchange ideas in their daily lives. Express emotions. Mostly through language. Use your eyes and movements occasionally. In fact, people's skin and physical contact can also convey feelings. This is sometimes even more powerful and direct than words. It is an innate communication instinct given by God to human beings. It's just that this kind of communication is more common in the emotionally open West. In the East, where emotional expression is more subtle and introverted, it seems a little unconventional. Especially among adults. Even if it's a close family member. It is also not used very often.

Their chests fit against their chests. His heartbeat was steady and powerful. Her heartbeat was calm and gentle. One time. One time. Again. Through thin skin and not heavy clothing. Bumping into each other. Echoing. One time. One time. Again. Speak words that only they know to each other. Communicating ideas that only they understand each other.

In this tight, firm and silent embrace. An Ran felt that she could feel Jiang Jieyun's unspoken things buried in her heart. All his hopes. His ambitions. His pride. His self-confidence. and his grief. His resentment. His annoyance. His unwillingness. With his heart beating. One time. One time. It's been passed over again.

She raised her hand. Stick it on his back. Gently patted and caressed. One time. One time. Again.

Her heartbeat and her fingers were talking. I know. I know. I know your suffering. You're tired. You idealize. Your anger. I know it all.

In the middle of the night on this snowy day. They quietly exchanged a hug. Put each other's hearts deepest. I don't know how to appeal to the mood and words of words. With the quietest. The most straightforward. It is also the most intimate way to say it to each other.

The howling wind outside seemed to be a little lighter. The speed of snow falling has slowed down. The streets are covered with a thick layer of fresh snow late at night. There is no one to be found. There was silence and snow white. A few yellowish street lamps stood upright. White and sparkling snowflakes float across the illuminated area. Instantly dyed with a faint layer of gold. With a bit of delicacy and grace. It's like the falling flowers of some kind of plant. Floating in the air for a long time, nostalgic. Refusing to fall. It's like a dream.